A Baby Boy or a Screech Owl? You decide...

Jack is usually at his best after feedings, and tonight was no different. This 1 1/2 minute video captures Mom and Jack having a little talk on the changing table after his last feeding of the day.

Turn up your volume!

Jack's First Feeding

Jack is now officially 4 months old, and thanks mostly to the diligent efforts of his mother is sleeping from about 8pm to 7am. That's 11 hours folks! Some nights a few minutes more, and some nights a few minutes less, but mostly 11 and what a blessing it is!

We have started adding rice cereal to his formula. The video above captures our effort from the first bite, and the pictures below represent both the first and second night. Enjoy the show.
We did-he really is a blessing to us and every 'first' is just the most amazing thing.
It's great to be Jack's parents, he is wonderful.


The first bite of many to come...

Perseverance is the key. Leslie is ready with the pacifier to pull the old 'bait-and-switch-trick'.

The second night went a little smoother. (Notice his eyes aren't quite as red from crying.)

At least we didn't make a mess, right?

Jack Is Also a Squeak Toy. I swear!

Happy Jack with Auntie Em.

Latest Jack

Here are some recent pics of Jack and his Momma!

More Turner Movies, Jack Is On The Move!!!

So, as Jack gets older, there are certain developmental milestones that God willing, he will achieve and like all first-time parents, we will celebrate as if we've just found money. One such milestone is rolling over, and the following videos pretty much sum up the watching and waiting that inevitably goes along with the attainment of such milestones. Kudos to Leslie for being on-the-spot with the camera!

Video #1 "First Attempt to Catch Jackson In Action"

Video #2 "The Payoff Is At the End"



Ha Ha Ha Ha. Did you notice the mirror he's looking at?



Video #3 "Jack's Impersonation of a Fainting Goat"

Yeah! He's only 3 1/2 months old for Pete's sake!

It's Turner Video Time Again!

Jack's cousin Gavin has a good time on his horsey!

Playmat Jack

Special Moments with Dad

Dad and Jack backpack.

Since Dad was upset, Jack held him until he settled down.

The men read the newspaper after a long day at work.

Luckily Dad has avoided the dreaded "spit-up-into-the-parents' mouth" trick perpetrated onto so many parents by their little angels. Dad's shirt hasn't been so lucky.

So Sweet...

Jack laughs for Mom after his nightly bath.

Mom and Jack read a book together before bed.

Mom is always ready for more luvin from her boy.

There is a special bond between this mother and her child. She comforts him when no one else can, sometimes with just her voice. She is always eager to hold him and you can see her love for him shining in her eyes. Special indeed.

A few new pictures...

Tie-dyed and bright-eyed!

A little family snooze...

Big boy overalls!

Jack burping one out for Grandpa Hunt.

Grammy bathing Jack, and they're both lovin' it.

Jack with Mom and Dad.

Jack lounges in the nude...

It's Movie Night at TurnerTimes!!!!!!!!

Newborn Jack shows off his lungs ...

Jack is a happy baby!

Shout out to Uncle T and Aunt Sheila!

Jack is also a sleepy baby sometimes.

Mom is the Director...

and Jack is the star! 'Nuff said.

Jack ponders his next move...

Typically, his next move is to give you a mouthful of breast milk on your shirt. If you're lucky, he will hit the burpcloth, but mostly, he aims for the shirt. He is a prodigious burper and passer of gas, and he's been sleeping pretty good lately. Go Jack!

Jack fights for Truth, Justice, and the American Way...

He sure looks good in the red, white, and blue!

The first of MANY t-shirts to come!

Some people have asked me if we named Jack after 'Jack Bauer' from TV's '24'. To those people, I say "Hogwash!"

However, I must admit, the onesie does look cool. And also, if you're around when Jack gets hungry...watch out! He decompensates quickly.

By the way, most of the pictures are better if you click on them to see the full-sized pic.

Whatchu talkin bout Willis?!

I swear that is what he was thinking as I read to him from the timeless classic "Green Eggs and Ham."

Oh, the faces that babies make! Rest assured, there will be many more pictures of Jack posted here for your entertainment. Actually-honestly it's mostly for my entertainment. At least, that's what Jack's mother would say...;)

Nothing is too good for Jack. I mean it.

This PLATINUM pacifier has 278 inlaid diamonds with a total weight of 3 carats. It is worth a cool $17,000.



Jack has 3 of them at home and one at each of his grandparents' homes.



Just kidding! Can you believe that? Why anyone would make anything like this is beyond me, but it's funny to look at. Bless their hearts. And Bless the heart of whatever baby gets victimized with such a heavy binky!

Startling New Product Revolutionizes Diaper Changing!!!

Jack's Grammy and Grandpa Hunt came across the innovative little things shown below! The instructions read as follows:

HOLD FEET WITH ONE
HAND SO LEGS ARE AT A
90 DEGREE ANGLE
AND PLACE
PEE-PEE TEEPEE ON WEE WEE
DURING DIAPER CHANGES.
WASH IN WARM WATER
WITH SIMILAR COLORS.
DRY LOW.

They are available at WWW.BEBABEAN.COM
What will people come up with next?!?!?!

If It's Good Enough for Moses, It's Good Enough For Jack.

Have you ever heard of a Moses basket? Well, Jack has and he loves it. It's a baby carrier that is not too big and not too small. It is lightweight and comfy. As always, Thank You to estprints.com for these special pictures.

Oohs and aahs and big hugs...Oh my!

Previously, I've commented that babies are not just for women, that they are in fact, for men to be involved with too. (You'll have to read the next article below to see the body of my discussion.) However, in saying that babies are not just for women, I've therefore categorized them as for women in at least some part . At this point I can say that they are mostly for women, and that this whole idea is common knowledge and my comments on the topic are frivolous at best- and at least, a fun waste of your time to read. Realistically, women carry the child, deliver the child (by any means necessary! ) and do a great majority of the teaching, feeding, and nurturing that is required to rear a child. So, the following pictures are of those ladies who will do most of the rearing with Jack.

His mother, Leslie
(Graceful under the most stressful situations as you can see.)

Grammy

Grandma Noah

Mamaw

Aunt Emily


Auntie Ashley

Babies Aren't Just For The Fairer Sex.

There's something about having a firstborn boy come into the family. Now that's not to say that girls aren't special too, because they are - with their pink stuff and lace and bows and whatnot. But when the firstborn is a boy, it means you've got a buddy there, someone to go fishing with, someone to shoot the ball around with. Realistically, what it really means is that you've got someone that is stuck with your name. Whether it's Wiener or Rodriquez or Papalooski or Smith - that kid has your brand on him and that means you will carry on. And this isn't to say it's a selfish thing, all this carrying on business,...but it is a primeval thing, something that's in your gut. All the books you've ever read, all the movies you've ever seen - even Lion King for gosh sakes, has the Father teaching the son how to do stuff, how to treat people, and ultimately how to be better than he himself was. So, maybe that's what the whole thing is about-having another chance to be a better person? Pretty profound and possibly preposterous, but one facet of a discussion indeed.
These are pictures of 1/2 of the most important people in Jack's life, the Men: Dad, Pa, Papaw, Grandpa Hunt, and finally "The Man" himself.

Jack is finally born! Details to follow...

7 lbs. and 13oz., filling out 20 1/2 inches of handsome baby boy. He cried immediately and was delivered without problems for him or his Mom. For great pictures of the event, go to www.estprints.com. The pictures are better than any you've seen lately, I promise.
I Praise God for his many blessings. They are abundant and better than I deserve.

We won't need a baby sitter. Thanks.

As a pediatric nurse, I've dealt with alot of abuse situations and they make me sick. I mean puking-my-guts-out, madder-than-heck sick. But this is just plain funny.

Sleepless nights...and Presidents

So, we've been told by many people that "you don't know what sleep deprivation is until you've had a baby..."

To that end, I'd like to launch a complaint. You see, the other night I was awakened around 2am by someone kicking me in the back. Yes, that's right. Kicking in the back. Isn't that good for a 20-yard penalty in football? It was not my wife who was so sweetly curled up behind me: it was my as yet unborn son - Jack! Whacking me good through Leslie's belly! And hard enough for me to feel it. I suppose he's running out of room in there, or he wanted some more space on the bed...
Jeez, I'm ready for the sleepless nights to come after he's delivered, but no one told me that he was going to be running things in MY BED before he was even born. Dude.

And finally, speaking of running things, here's a picture of a possible Presidential candidate from the state of Louisiana.

Doing What You Don't Want To Do

So, I was in my doctor's office a few months ago, and due to a little medical problem that shall go unmentioned here, she tells me that she wants me to have a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē. I responded, "But I don't want to have a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē !" "Well," she says, "then you can go to this specialist and see what he says about it." Confident in the intimate relationship I have with my own body, I decided to do just that. I would show her who needed what.

At my fifth visit to the specialist, he comes in the exam room and says to me, "I can't find anything wrong with you that would cause this problem that you're having. I think you need to have a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē."

Dang it.

My wife, who knows a little bit about these matters agreed with the specialist and smiled that little smile that says, "Sorry dude."

So, I resigned myself to be a grown-up about the whole thing, and have it done. And I did. It wasn't so bad. There were no Sharpie drawings on my posterior, and the whole place wasn't pointing and laughing at me when I came around to consciousness. Whew.

Now for the Rest Of The Story...

The results were normal. Just like I knew they would be - even though having a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē was something I did not want to do.

Marley! Man's best friend? maybe. Loyal to a fault? mostly. Cat chaser? Squirrel chaser? Big Loud Bark? Definitely! Our dog (who's going to become a real live dog again when Jack gets here, instead of "our little girl"...) in all her tongue-wagging glory:

Bloggin' ain't EZ

I'm no computer novice, but I'm no computer-geek either. I'm something in the middle, which means that even something as seemingly harmless as creating this blog has a fair share of bumps-in-the-road to overcome. However, I vow to persevere and put some stuff on the Web that is darn sure interesting. And by the way, here's a funny picture of Leslie and I (or is it me and Leslie?) working on Jack's room.

Sean and Leslie anticipate an Early Arrival...

At our last appointment with our OB doc, we decided to have the amniocentesis on June 29th with a possible delivery that very day! So, Jack may be coming a little sooner than we had originally thought. We're almost done with all of our home improvement projects, and thanks to the heroic efforts of Leslie and Emily, Jack's room is actually organized and in working order.